The engine is blown. The only help offered by the people residing at the house we ended up in front of was to tell us to move our car and to inform us that we wouldn't be able to get any help on a Sunday. Oh, during the more than two hours we were stranded, he and his kids and wife did take a little time out to stand around and stare at us. Did they think we did this on purpose or for fun? Were they too Yankee to have been bred well enough to be kind? Have they had so many motorists stranded in the road in front of them that they've gone quite tired of helping them?
The tow truck driver charged us $250 to tow the van to the dealership, and though we all felt that this was a bit extreme, we paid it. There were other things, by other people, which made it not so bad.
On a positive note, Lenka's daughter and my son behaved exceptionally well; they were calm in the car, entertained themselves entirely, and though they must have been as tired as we were of sitting by the road, they didn't complain even once.
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